Asking about longevity

South of Tongxian City, on the mountain road outside Shangtai City, a carriage was walking leisurely.

Thirteen-year-old Mo Hua sat on this carriage.

In addition to ink paintings, there are also Mr. Zhuang, Puppet Lao, and his junior senior brother Bai Zisheng and junior sister Bai Zixi.

Aunt Xue couldn't get Mr. Zhuang's permission, so she didn't follow him.

This carriage belongs to the Bai family.

It looks ordinary on the outside, but extremely sturdy. It's not luxurious on the inside, but it's comfortable to sit in and quite spacious enough to accommodate five or six people.

The three of them, Mo Hua, are still young and don't take up much space, so the space inside the car seems even more generous.

But you can only sit cross-legged, not lie down.

Mr. Puppet was driving the car in front, Mr. Zhuang was drinking tea inside, and the three of them, Mo Hua, were lying on a small desk, doing the homework assigned by Mr. Zhuang.

These lessons are mainly about formations, but also include some secrets of practice.

Occasionally, after walking for a long time, I would stop to rest.

Mo Hua would then run off the carriage and go to the nearby hills to gather some grass to feed the horses.

This horse also belongs to the Bai family, and it is a spiritual beast with a docile temperament. Even if it encounters a monster, it will not be frightened.

According to Bai Zisheng, although this horse looks ordinary and its hair is not particularly white, its bloodline is special, and it also has a very cool name, such as Yun, Long, Ji...

Mo Hua thought it was too difficult to pronounce, so he changed the name of the horse and called it "Dabai".

Bai Zisheng was dissatisfied with this name. He felt that it weakened the power and was not impressive.

But the horse seems to like it very much. Whenever Mo Hua calls it "Dabai", it will rub its head against Mo Hua affectionately.

Mo Hua fell in love with the big white horse more and more, so once he stopped to rest, he would think of ways to find food for Dabai. He would let go of his mind and gather grass everywhere to feed Dabai.

Dabai is not picky about food either. He will eat whatever Mo Hua feeds him.

It was almost noon at this time, so I parked my car and took a rest.

Mo Hua fed Dabai and looked back at the mountains. The sky was far away and the road was far away. He was already far away from Tongxian City. He couldn't help but sigh slightly.

At this time, more than half a month had passed since he left.

Mo Hua also gradually adapted to Yuyou's life.

Different from what he had thought before, Yunyou was not traveling around with a fairy spirit, but sleeping in the open air and working hard.

Fortunately, they had a big white horse-drawn carriage, otherwise the journey would have been even more difficult.

Monks in the Qi Refining Stage cannot fly and escape, and they can only use two feet to travel thousands of miles.

Mo Hua has never seen a flying monk.

This is probably because the state boundaries he is in are all second-level states, and the highest level of cultivation is only foundation building.

Flying Escape should be an ability only available to monks at the Golden Core realm, or even above.

If they fly to the border of the second-grade state, they may use their cultivation to ascend to heaven, but they will be wiped out by the thunderbolt in an instant, and they will truly "ascend to heaven"...

Flying to the sky...

Mo Hua was thinking silently, and he couldn't help but yearn for it. Will he be able to cultivate the golden elixir one day and fly to the sky and escape from the earth?

It's a pity that the golden elixir is still early for him, and he hasn't even established the foundation yet.

Mo Hua is a little emotional,

Thinking about it, he got hungry.

But thinking about what to eat for lunch, Mo Hua lost interest.

Along the way, most of what they ate was Bigu Pill.

Bigu Pill is simple and convenient, and can be used by monks to satisfy their hunger, but taking it for a long time will inevitably lead to boredom and poor blood flow.

But since it’s a cloud tour, it doesn’t matter so much.

Mo Hua is a bit bitter, but he can still afford it.

In addition to Bigu Pill, Mo Hua also has other foods.

Before leaving, Liu Ruhua also made a lot of dried meat and put it in a storage bag for him to take with him.

But I don't want to eat these ink paintings.

In fact, he would only take out the Bigu Pill when he vomited it, or when he felt homesick, he would take one piece.

This was made by my mother herself. He was wandering away from home and could not return home. He ate one piece less than the next, and it was gone after he finished eating...

Mo Hua sighed.

There is no village in the front and no store in the back.

So this time for lunch, everyone ate Bigu Pills again.

Bai Zisheng frowned.

It’s hard to go from extravagant to frugal. I’m used to eating spicy beef, and eating Bigu Dan every day is indeed a bit unbearable.

Bai Zixi's face had no expression, but she didn't look very happy either.

Mr. Zhuang frowned and suddenly said:

"Don't you want to think about making something to eat by yourself?"

The three people in Mo Hua were startled, and then they all looked at Puppet Lao.

Mr. Zhuang also looked at him.

Normally, it seems that the old man should be the one doing the cooking.

The old man said calmly: "I don't mind, as long as you don't mind."

Mo Hua, Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi looked at each other, wondering what they were worried about.

At noon the next day, the puppeteer served a pot of meat, and they understood.

Just the appearance is very disturbing...

Out of politeness, they took one bite and couldn't eat any more.

Mr. Zhuang also sighed:

"What I used to eat was this kind of thing..."

The old man rolled his eyes at him and said, "You have a bad taste now. What does it have to do with me? It's just the taste anyway. Do you like it or not?"

Of course Mr. Zhuang couldn't eat it. He thought about it and couldn't help but look at the ink painting.

Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi's eyes lit up and they both looked at Mo Hua.

Even the puppet boss was looking at him.

Mo Hua was stunned, "I don't know much about it..."

Mr. Zhuang touched his chin and said, "It stands to reason that cooking skills can be inherited, right? Your mother is so good at cooking, so you should be good at it too."

Mr. Zhuang offered words of encouragement.

Mo Hua looked at everyone's expectant eyes and had no choice but to nod his head.

Afterwards, Mo Hua recalled his mother's cooking techniques and tried to make a meat soup.

Mr. Zhuang took a sip and nodded slightly.

Bai Zixi tasted it and nodded slightly.

Bai Zisheng sighed after finishing the meal and shook his head, "It's still not as good as Aunt Liu."

"Then you still eat so cleanly?"

Bai Zisheng said honestly: "I'm hungry..."

Although it is not particularly delicious, Mo Hua's meals are indeed the best for the short Liba General, so the responsibility for cooking falls squarely on Mo Hua, his junior brother.

Maybe he really inherited Liu Ruhua's cooking skills. Mo Hua also learned food very quickly.

After a few days, it was done well.

But it’s hard to agree with everyone, and there are still a lot of questions.

Mr. Zhuang is weak and wants to eat something lighter; Mr. Puppet wants to eat something crispy and has a sound when chewed; Bai Zisheng wants to eat something spicy, preferably meat; Bai Zixi wants to eat something sweet, preferably pastry...

Mo Hua scratched his head as he listened.

Finally, he came up with a solution, which was to make a separate stove.

He drew four formations and divided them into four kitchen openings.

One is used for steaming, one is used for dry frying, one is used for cooking, and the other is used for steaming snacks.

Mo Hua drew the blueprints and designed the formation. When he passed through a small fairy city, he stayed for a few days, spent some more spiritual stones, found a weapon refiner, and built the stove.

After the creation was completed, the weapon refiner said doubtfully:

"Little brother, I can build your stove, but no one can help you draw your formation."

Mo Hua said nonchalantly: "It's okay, I'll draw it myself."

So Mo Huazhen drew the formation in front of him.

The weapon refiner was greatly shocked.

Until Mo Hua paid the spirit stone, took the stove, and left the weapon refining shop, he didn't calm down...

The formation on the stove was drawn by Mo Hua, but Mo Hua was just an advance payment for the forged spirit stone. In the end, Bai Zi won.

After the stove was built, Mo Hua tried to use it for four purposes.

Made a dish of steamed fish.

The fish is made from a spirit animal, otherwise it cannot be steamed and it will not be cooked well.

Fried a pot of pine nuts.

Pine nuts are prepared for Mr. Puppet. Mr. Puppet likes to eat pine nuts and listen to the noise. He doesn’t have to eat rice, but he has to eat pine nuts.

A pot of beef was cooked.

This beef is demon meat, which is very cheap, but it takes more time to stew, and it uses many spices, which makes it spicy.

Also steamed a pot of pastries.

Soft, glutinous, sweet...

Not only Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi, but also Mr. Zhuang and Puppet were greatly shocked.

Mr. Zhuang couldn't help but wonder if teaching ink painting formations to him had hindered the development of his cooking skills...

Bai Zisheng still ate it all, and then regretted: "It's still not as good as Aunt Liu."

Mo Hua couldn't tolerate him anymore and snorted coldly:

"Then you do it yourself?"

Bai Zisheng said without shame: "Just do it!"

He just felt that if he had never eaten pork, he would always see pigs running away.

What's more, he has eaten a lot of meat and has seen Mo Hua's cooking process. Such a thing should be nothing to his understanding.

So Bai Zisheng tried to cook a pot of meat by himself.

As a result, the cooked meat was dry and woody, tasteless, chewy, and smelled fishy.

Bai Zisheng took a sip and his face wrinkled up.

Bai Zixi was curious and tried to knead a piece of dough, but it was not steamed and was soft like a ball of white mud...

Both of them could only look at the ink paintings helplessly.

Mo Hua sighed and could only do it again for them.

After a lot of effort, Bai Zisheng ate the dishes made by Mo Hua again, and was so moved that he almost cried, especially compared with what he cooked himself.

Bai Zixi ate snacks with bright eyes.

In this way, the carriage wandered along, and before we knew it, another half a month had passed.

During the day, they were on their way and learned the formation from Mr. Zhuang in the car.

When it's meal time, Mo Hua cooks.

If you don't encounter a fairy city, a small town, or some wild temples and small sects in the mountains at night, you have to sleep in the mountains.

The carriage will naturally be accommodated by Mr. Zhuang.

Mr. Zhuang is the master of the three of them, and it is natural for them to respect their teachers.

Moreover, although Mr. Zhuang's complexion improved a bit after leaving Tongxian City, his breath was still a little weak.

Mo Hua also hopes that Mr. Zhuang can have a good rest.

The three of them, Mo Hua, were sleeping outside.

Before sleeping in the open, Mo Hua first planted stone formations around him and put up early warning formations to prevent encountering monsters or bandits.

After that, together with Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi, they covered themselves with a blanket and lay on the ground.

This blanket also belongs to the Bai family, but it has been painted with ink formations again.

It can be used for heating and ventilation. It is warm and velvety, not stuffy, and very comfortable to cover.

The night falls and the moon is cold.

The three of them were each wrapped in a blanket, like three little caterpillars, draped in moonlight, sleeping peacefully.

Thank you to book friends Yi Gao Wu Yanzu and 20230731192917097 for the reward~

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